It is with great pleasure that I announce the return of FFF and EW to fanfiction!
I'll be the typist for our stories now, since EW now has a very, very busy lifestyle.
Cast: Roy, Breda, Fuery, Falman, Havoc -EW
Hawkeye -FFF
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Lt. Colonel Roy Mustang strutted into a small room crowded with papers, phones, and people scurrying about. It made the room seem all the more smaller.
"Talk to me people." Roy ordered.
"Three men attempted to rob a bank, it took too long and the authorities arrived. They fled the scene and ended up hopping onto a freight train." Falman informed him.
"Are they armed?" Roy asked, turning to Breda.
"Heavily." He answered.
"What do they want?" Roy turned to Fuery who was juggling phones.
"We don't know and frankly, we don't think they know either." Fuery said, picking up another phone.
"Great... why do people have to do these crazy things..." Roy muttered to himself. "ON MY DAY OFF!" He was wearing a t-shirt, swimming trunks, sandals, and on top of all this, a pair of sunglasses.
"There is some good news. We currently have the train circling East City and the robbers don't even know it even though they are in control of the train." Fuery said.
Roy smirked. "Oh really?" Roy turned to Hawkeye who stood in the corner. He could tell something was up with her. Standing off to one side, arms crossed, eyes glancing around... something kept her from getting here on time and she found herself with nothing to do and feels guilty about it. "Lieutenant, you're with me. Get your rifle. Fuery, reroute the train to the military's station."
"Yes, sir." Fuery and Hawkeye replied as Roy left the room. Hawkeye followed him out, then went off to get her rifle. It was a relief to be doing something. I hope I won't have to shoot anyone. Hawkeye thought as she made her way back to Roy after getting her sniper rifle out of her locker. But she knew that chances were she would and Hawkeye wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger either if she had to.
Roy waited for his trusty sniper, 2nd Lt. Hawkeye, outside by a car. Now that he was outside, he put his sunglasses down over his eyes. "Lets get this over with so I can get back to relaxing." Roy said to Hawkeye when she had caught up with him. He tossed the keys to her before getting into the back.
She held in a sigh. Her earlier thought was forgotten as she felt annoyance towards her superior, wishing he could take his work more seriously. Hawkeye got in, setting her rifle in the seat beside her, before she started the car and drove them to the same station that Fuery was rerouting the train to.
Roy put on his gloves before walking with Hawkeye to a loading platform. "Hmm." He looked around. "How do we do this?"
It had to have been a rhetorical question, so she didn't respond. Roy wouldn't have brought them out here without a plan.
Roy grinned and turned to her. "Have you ever jumped a train?"
"No, sir."
"Really? Well, today is a good day to learn. All you have to do is jump onto a moving train. Easy." He said, staring down the railways for any sign of the train.
Hawkeye heard the train before she saw it coming. She put her rifle strap over her shoulder and tried to prepare herself for what she was about to attempt. Hawkeye could all too easily see herself run forward and jump smack into the side of the train, missing the opening. She shook her head to her remove the image. The train was starting to pass them now. Hawkeye saw an opening coming and made a running leap... and successfully landed inside, though it wasn't a graceful landing. She more or less fell on her face.
Roy ran alongside the train and jumped onto the back of the boxcar Hawkeye was in. He chuckled at her rare clumsiness. Not so elegant. Roy thought and carefully leaned over to try and see her to check if she was alright. "Lieutenant?" He called out. "Are you okay?!" He called louder. "LIEU-" A string of gunfire cut him off and pain shot through his hand. Roy let out a cry as he jumped back behind the boxcar for shelter since the gunfire came from the front of the train.
Hawkeye slung her rifle off when she heard the gunfire, sitting up now. She doubted she could hit them by shooting out of the opening, she wouldn't even be able to hold onto her gun properly, but she needed to do something. Her superior was being shot at. Hawkeye stuck her gun out, poking her head out enough to see and fired a shot before ducking back inside to get the gun ready to fire again.
Roy looked down at his hand and watched blood trickle down from it. His thumb had been cut open and his glove was torn, but the transmutation circle was still intact. Damn it. Why can't those fools let things end peacefully? I guess it always has to end the same way. "Lieutenant! How far away are they from me!?"
"Six boxcars, sir!" She shouted.
Six boxcars? He thought. "And how far is that damn it?!"
"About two hundred feet!"
Roy edged back to the corner. He quickly turned, but because of his injury, he couldn't get a spark. He only hurt himself more by rubbing his finger against his wound. He ducked back away in pain, falling to his knees and almost off the train. Damn it! Roy thought quickly. I need a spark. He pulled out his side arm and stood up, getting into position. Roy just had to pull the trigger once and the spark from it hurled over to the front of the train and it exploded into flames. Smoke quickly blocked Roy and Hawkeye's view and all gunfire ceased as the train began to slow down.
When the train came to a stop, Hawkeye jumped off, landing perfectly this time and through the smoke that had lessened, found Roy. She glanced toward the front of the train, but couldn't see much because the smoke was thicker over there.
Roy tossed his gun aside and grabbed his wounded hand before hopping off the train. He saw Hawkeye standing near him. "Don't worry about me. Go make the all clear." He ordered.
"Yes, sir." Hawkeye quickly headed off towards the front of the train. It was almost completely black. The only reason the train had stopped was because everything had either jammed or locked into place. Had the explosion been anymore powerful, it would've derailed the train.
Inside, it was far worse. It was a grisly scene, but luckily there were only three bodies. No one else besides the robbers had been killed. Hawkeye walked away with black residue on parts of her clothes and hands from the smoke and from being inside the charred remains of the train. In the fresh air, she took her arm away from her nose and mouth which had protected her from the worst of the smoke. Hawkeye coughed a bit as she breathed a little easier. "Sir, I found three bodies. No one else had been on board." She said hoarsely.
"It could've ended better, then again it could've ended much worse. I'll just have to accept it for what it was." Roy said. I just wanted a better end than that, give them a chance to give up, but hell, they would've wasted it. Roy looked down at his bleeding hand. it was a pretty deep cut. They did this to me and I still don't like what I did to them. "Let's go Lieutenant. I need a doctor and you need to get this taken care of." He said, gesturing towards the train.
"Yes, sir." She followed him away from the train. She'd be kept busy by all the paperwork from this train incident, but she obeyed orders without complaint, making it impossible to tell if she was upset to have it all dumped on her or if she didn't mind.
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Roy was annoyed to find himself at work the next day in uniform and his hand in bandages. You would think an injury this bad would at least earn a guy a day off! He was even more upset when he read a letter that said there was going to be a medal ceremony for him tomorrow.
"Well, isn't that grand?" Roy said, unenthusiastically. "Lt. Hawkeye, could you take some time out of your day tomorrow to do something for me?" He asked, turning to her.
Hawkeye had a lot of paperwork to do over the train incident and was sure there'd be more for her to do tomorrow along with other things she needed to get done at work, but she refused to be overwhelmed by it all. She wanted to prove that she was someone who can be depended on to get things done and get them done right. "Yes, sir. What is it you need me to do?"
"Accept an award on my behalf. Give them a speech about how I'm honored by the fact they would even think to give me an award and how upset I am that I couldn't make it, then give the award to a poor man or throw it away. I don't want it."
"As you wish, sir. When and where is the ceremony?" Hawkeye asked, finding a scrap piece of paper to write down the information as a note to herself.
Roy held up the letter that held the information she was seeking. "Take it. I don't need it."
She got up and took it, then sat back down and glanced over it. She'd have to prepare a speech today after work. Right now, there was a lot of paperwork to get done.
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No one really cared for the 2nd lieutenant that accepted the award for Roy. Nor did they care for the speech she spent a great deal of time on writing and memorizing so it wasn't too long or too short and had all the right words in it. But she expected that. They wanted the hero, the man who did it; not his subordinate. That didn't mean, however, that she should be unprofessional.
After the ceremony, Hawkeye didn't linger and left. Later, she came across a homeless man begging and put the medal in the hat he had out on the street to accept money or food. As she walked away, the man did a double take, then took the prize out and stared at it in shock. Hawkeye didn't look back.
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I think it was cool that the homeless man got the medal. I'm sure he can sell it. Also, I will not harass you guys and girls for reviews, but they are appreciated. Love, FFF